Stop looking at your misfortunes as inconveniences, and start accepting them as opportunities for ultimate growth. Once you master the ability to achieve this, your world will start changing right before your eyes.
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Maybe I haven’t found my cleft in a rock against a raging ocean and I’m enduring each wave that comes my way as they crash upon the shore. Walking in my wake and in my dreams, searching for souls who have a map of the same constellation embedded deep in their essence. The world today is a ravaged…
There are no spaces for life. No place to return. All of Gaza bids farewell to herself every night and congratulates those who remain alive the morning of another day. They inspect their bodies then run their hands over the living. They close their eyes then open them, and once again call the members of their families one by one…so that the memory of their names does not fail and their spirits do not disappear.